and you know, the wretch was there, because she always is.
Conflict of wills for the ages last night: one of the only things that helps my stupidly epic insomnia is to fall asleep listening to the soothing monotony of Sports Center. Last night, though, all Sports Center wanted to do was ball wash the retirement of St. Tony Dungy. And I HATE Tony Dungy. Because, I'm sorry, being very publicly devoted to your faith does not automatically make you a good person, especially when your faith aligns you with incredibly hateful anti-gay groups. So every time I was almost about to drift off, Steve Levy would say something like, "he'll get into the Hall of Fame because he was a great coach, but he was an even better man," and then I would be re-induced into rage coma. Good times!
Also, prior to that, smartlikejustin and I saw The Wrestler, which I absolutely loved, but you know that you're really being driven out of your mind by New England winter when there's a scene where the main character is walking up to a house down a recently shoved sidewalk and you have to lean over to the person you're with and say, "That is the most unrealistically perfect looking shoveled sidewalk I've ever seen." Because, seriously, the part where someone shoveled halfway through the storm and so the last little bit of snow had melted into a layer of frozen muck was missing, and the omni-present stretch of sidewalk that isn't shoveled at ALL because that house is full of deadbeats, and -- well, you get my point.
Also, prior to that, smartlikejustin and I saw The Wrestler, which I absolutely loved, but you know that you're really being driven out of your mind by New England winter when there's a scene where the main character is walking up to a house down a recently shoved sidewalk and you have to lean over to the person you're with and say, "That is the most unrealistically perfect looking shoveled sidewalk I've ever seen." Because, seriously, the part where someone shoveled halfway through the storm and so the last little bit of snow had melted into a layer of frozen muck was missing, and the omni-present stretch of sidewalk that isn't shoveled at ALL because that house is full of deadbeats, and -- well, you get my point.